All Blog Posts Tagged 'poetry' (114)

Are you a writer, artist, photographer, or macaroni sculptor? Do you want the chance to be published in a hella cool, independent literary magazine? Then send your work to The Fox Hat Review! Our deadline for the spring issue is February 22nd!

Why is it so hard to have confidence in your writing? Is it because society tells us that if we love ourselves that we are cocky jerks? Why can't loving yourself and your writing be ok?

Writing is so emotional. Well, for me anyway. It's like taking a singular blood vessel from my body by myself and giving it to someone saying "Please take care of this. I need it back." It's so nerve-wracking because a literal part of you is in someone else's hands! YOUR DNA AND CELLS ARE IN SOMEONE'S…

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;And all I ask is a windy day…

I recently started as a park ranger at Carlsbad National Caverns National Park in New Mexico. When I say recently I have been in the green and grey for little over a month. The job requires are large amount of public interaction, interpretation of the resources, and ranger guided programs. I spend my 9 hr days roving from place to place in the cave and on the surface answering questions mostly about geology, directions, and sometimes about myself. Such as how does an ecologist with a…

And he told me,that he was surprised that this worldhasn’t beat out any sense of hope that I may have for it.As if my frame was a pinata and this world is the childthat could never burst itto let its insides fall out,for a lack of better metaphor.

Desperation, and silent pain,but only silent, because of shame,feeling scared, so full of fear,for your reaction, i refuse to hear,The tears i hold, and times i fight,to tell you somethings not quiet right.Feeling pathetic, and nothing more,for this life is something i should adore.smiling faces, hopeless dreams,Pretendings harder than it seems,Fighting thoughts that take control,just like Alice, falling down the hole,into a world,…

Wislawa Szymborska, a polish poet and Nobel Prize winner, died yesterday at eighty-eight years old. She was one of the greatest poets I've read, and everyone should benefit from her work. If you read nothing else this week, Jena, read the poem below, and Szymborska's…

In which John discusses Amsterdam, replaces curse words with the names of British romantic poets, talks about the This Star Won't Go Out foundation, asks your help in designing a great tour, and wonders if he should read the audiobook for his still untitled… Continue

I'm Diamond Nicole. I was planning on writing a fictional blog, but I figured, why not let at least one place be somewhere I can be me, unconditionally?I'm sixteen. I love to do a lot of different things. Photography. Writing. Poetry. Singing. Yardwork. Garden and Interior Design. Advice. Acting. Theater design.…

Why is it that even with all our technology and all our things to do out there that most of the time when we can't make left or right out of a situation, most people turn to literature. I mean every one at one point in their lives need it be for school or just to pass the…

Eyes turned upward, I watch the sky fall away./There are no clouds on this dark day./ The tower tops run away from me as wind blows through my hair./ My concrete bed waits for me, unaware./ I smile as a river of glass flows past my feet./ To bad so few people have done this feat./ The course fiber feels good…

On 10/10/10 at 10:10 PM, everyone at the Bean will be wearing a WHITE T-SHIRT with your name on the front in sharpie and the words "10/10/10 The Beckoning of Lovely" on the back. More info: http://bit.ly/aGwT7v I have but a small role in the evening's affairs, but I'll be there.

In which John drives from Chicago to Waupaca, Wisconsin, where he spoke and signed as part of the first Waupaca Book Festival. Thanks to…